I shot out of bed
It was Easter morning
Only 8am
I should still be snoring
But I heard a cry
Coming from the crypts
And before my weary eyes
Was a Bunnypocalypse!

I was kind of stunned
I looked all around
There were sleezter eggs
Scattered on the ground
They cracked wide open
And coming out in waves
Was a zombie bunny horde
From beyond the grave
A black cat crossed my path
And said I had nothing to fear.
I said Cat, you don’t know Jack,
‘Cause the Haremageddons here!
Tap tap, that double tap
To send them back to their crypts
Keep a gun at your hips
And a prayer on your lips
for the Bunnypocalypse!

I turned and there I saw a Druid
He was mixing up a magic fluid
He told me Easter was a pagan holiday
“It’s been Christian long enough
And we’re taking it back today”
I called old Chuck Noris
And the Boondock Saints
Call the Pope in Rome,
They all told me wait
I called Bruce Campbell
Got him on the phone.
He said keep your chin up boy
‘Cause now on your own.

A black cat crossed my path
And said I had nothing to fear.
I said Cat, you don’t know Jack,
‘Cause the Haremageddons here!
Tap tap, that double tap
To send them back to their crypts
Keep a gun at your hips
And a prayer on your lips
For the Bunnypocalypse!
Keep a gun at your hips
And a prayer on your lips
for the Bunnypocalypse!

SONG NOTES:

Song currently unreleased. An acoustic, live-in-the-Lair performance
can be viewed at Voltaire's
YouTube-page.